Gemma chuckled and shook her head. An expected answer, but still amusing all the same. She headed straight to the tidy kitchen and put the kettle on before starting in on the flowers. "I stopped by the Plunkett's shop on the way over, they had some bread right from the oven and some delicious peaches." The aromas wafting from the basket had been torture on her walk over. Gem was often the victim of her own scatterbrain, getting too deep into a project and then simply forgetting to eat until she was on the verge of passing out. It wasn't healthy, but it was how she operated.

While the kettle started to warm, Gemma rummaged through the cabinets, unafraid to do so, looking for both a plate (easily found) and a vase (not so much). She gave up on the flowers for a moment and set about making a snack plate with the things she had brought. Slicing bread and fruit and the cheese she'd picked up while she hummed to herself. It had been a long while since she'd been in a real kitchen, but after living in tents and other less-civilized situations, she found it all rather easy these days.

"Do you have a vase for these flowers? The cosmos were absolutely taking over, so I picked them." She admitted with a wry smile, knowing Mrs. Skeeter would easily identify where the flowers had come from.